My most cherished Christmas memory is the year we attended a Christmas play at the Methodist church in town. My son, Nathan, was about six years old when his grandparents and I took him to see a play about the birth of Jesus.
The best part of the Christmas play came when we heard the voice of God come over the loud speakers.
Nathan knew about God, since he attended the Salvation Army Church in Berkeley, California with us, and listened to bedtime stories from a Children’s Bible.
The moment he heard the voice of God come over the loud speaker he became extremely fearful. He quickly jumped down off the Church pew and hid underneath it from God.
The three of us began laughing amongst ourselves. Nathan’s grandfather bent over to ask him why he was hiding under there.
His response was priceless!